Stealing time.

Inside many women is that little girl
just waiting to come out and play.
In some women is an empty spot,
where that little girls vacancy sits.
Taken away violently,
and without regard,
in an unfortunate twise of fate.
Battered and instilled with fear,
instead of fighting
she gives in to the terrifying
but familliar feelings.
So small and fragile....
like a tiny flower whose petals were ripped away
from the budding rose.
She lays limp. Quiet. Lifeless.
Today no longer a woman.
Tomorrow never again a little girl.